Bring me back to the days,
When I could pop a pill,
And feel alright.

Bring me back to the,
Good ol' days when,
****** was real.

Bring me back that rush,
That feeling that God,
Had laid his hands on me.

Bring me back to times,
When I could hide behind,
A needle and a few bags.

Though life is far better,
I miss it like a drunk,
Misses his seat at the bar.